#bts yoonkook | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

1,644 Tumblr posts in 1 second.

moccahobi · 22 days

Text

Tangled Mess: The Park

Summary: You texted Hoseok asking to meet up at the park you met at. Hoseok is nervous.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 787 words

A/N: One more wrap up! I hope you all enjoyed this series as much asI have~

Tag List: @@daisies-and-dandelionpuffs

Part 13 << Masterlist >> Next Part

Hoseok looked around the park, taking in the familiar green spaces, the people resting in the sunlight, and the dogs running around. Once again, he’s at the closest park to his apartment. Normally he only spends time here when his work was extremely stressful. Long days stuck in the library made Hoseok yearn for a bit of fresh air and green. Somehow being here for a reason other than that filled him with a sense of wrongness and anxiety. For too long this place has been associated with releasing stress and exhaustion, but less stress during the semester was different than less stress during a break.

You were late. Hoseok didn’t know why you’d texted him asking to meet here already but now you were late and that was making him more confused. You weren’t often late to things. In fact, unless something was actively delaying you, you often were waiting for Hoseok by the time he arrived.

“Excuse me!” A child ran up to him, their eyes shy and apprehensive, and they barely looked at Hoseok. They looked anxious and that made him feel worse, “Do you think you could take a photo of me and my dog? My mom is off somewhere and I need this photo now.”

They held out a battered phone.

Hoseok nodded slowly, taking the phone and watching the child run off to a dog by the water fountain. After taking these photos, he would ask the kid if they needed help finding their mom. The kid seemed too anxious to be here without their mom.

After taking a few photos though, the kid ran up and grabbed the phone and ran away. Hoseok turned around calling out to the kid to make sure they were ok but quickly the words were silenced.

You were standing with a big bouquet of flowers and giving the kid a wad of money.

“What’s happening here?” Hoseok asked as he got closer, confusion growing as the kid giggled and ran away.

“My cousin wanted to help.” You said with a shrug, a small smile stuck on your face as you took Hoseok in.

“Help with what?”

You took in a deep breath, “Well… I… Gosh this is hard and I practiced it.”

Hoseok came closer, rubbing your shoulder to try to comfort you, “You got this. There’s no rush.”

Except Hoseok was wishing you’d spit it out. This was very nerve wracking. His fool heart was screaming at the flowers but his mind thought had no idea what this would possibly be (because it couldn’t be a confession). Why had you paid a kid to get Hoseok to take photos? Why did you have flowers? Why were you so nervous?

“All the time I’ve known you, you’ve been so thoughtful and kind. I really… like that about you. You’re considerate of everyone and work hard to make space for them. You shine so much. And your so passionate about everything, it’s breathtaking. All this to say, I like you romantically. I know you have a crush on someone and I don’t mean to confess so that you don’t confess to them, but it was on my mind so much and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had to tell you because otherwise I’d be full of so much regret. And these flowers are for you, you don’t have to accept them but I just felt like someone as amazing as you deserved something with a confession but Jungkook told me not to do a marching band or a banner or something too over the top.”

“You… like… me?” Hoseok asked slowly, his mind barely computing.

You nodded, holding out the bouquet for him.

Slowly he took it and smelled it. He’d never been given a bouquet from a romantic partner or potential romantic partner before.

“You don’t have to respond or accept! I honestly don’t expect you to. I just had to share. I hope that you’re able to date your crush and that it’s a long lasting relationship. We might need to talk about boundaries and stuff but I don’t mind that. I want what’s best for you.”

Hoseok looked down at their pinkies. Their hands were so close together that the string was smaller than a pen. Moving his hand closer, the string to smaller. Grabbing your hand, he watched as the string almost disappeared.

“When Jieun said I had a crush, they were referring to you.”

A large smile grew on your face, “Me?”

He nodded, readjusting the bouquet and pulling you into a hug. It was awkward because he also refused to let go of your hand but it was magical to Hoseok.

“You.”

#wkcnet #bts fanfic #bts fan fic #bts fanfiction #bts fan fiction #bts angst #bts fluff #bts soulmate au #bts supernatural au #bts yoonkook #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts jungkook #bts hoseok #bts jhope #series: tangled mess

11 notes · View notes

depressedhouseplant · 1 month

Text

Just Fucking Write - Day 74

Prompt: This is my riff on Snow White that’s also been sitting in my drafts. I edited it for my 100 words. 😝

Tags: Discussion of murder

The heels of Jungkook’s boots clicked rhythmically against the marble floor of Min Industries main lobby. As he waited for the elevator, he wondered why he’d been called to see the CEO at 10 at night on a Thursday. He’d taken unusual jobs before, but this was one of his oddest. He scanned the card security had given him and hit the button for the top floor. By the time he got to the top, he still hadn’t figured out what Kim Namjoon could possibly want from someone like him at this hour.

When the elevator slid open, a well dressed man was waiting on the other side.

“Jeon Jungkook?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jungkook replied.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, Mr. Kim’s personal assistant. Follow me, please,” he said, not so much as offering a handshake. Jungkook did his best to keep up with him.

“Why am I here?” he asked.

“That’s between you and Mr.Kim,” Hoseok replied.

“You have no idea what he wants?” Jungkook asked. Hoseok turned to look at him.

“I know exactly what he wants. Who do you think found you in the first place?” he looked like he was irritated simply by Jungkook’s presence.

“Then you know what I do?” Jungkook asked.

“Well I didn’t call you because you’re a prizewinning florist,” Hoseok replied. “In here.”

Hoseok opened the door to a large office. A tall, broad shouldered man was standing by the window. The light from the city behind him almost made him look like a ghost.

“Thank you, Hoseok,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” and Hoseok closed the door.

“Please, sit,” he gestured to a chair in front of the desk. Jungkook sat. “Did Hoseok brief you at all?”

“No, not really,” Jungkook replied.

“Good. I told him not to,” Kim Namjoon, the current CEO of Min Industries, sat at the desk across from him.

“He said he’s the one who initially contacted me,” Jungkook told him.

“He is,” Namjoon confirmed.

“That’s all I know,” Jungkook said.

“My request is quite simple,” Namjoon said. “I need you to kill my stepson.”

“I don’t normally kill people. My specialty is more obtaining information,” Jungkook said.

“I’ll pay twice your normal fee,” Namjoon replied.

“Two and a half,” Jungkook countered.

“Two and a half and I want proof of death,” Namjoon said.

“Any particular type or is that up to my discretion?” Jungkook asked. He wasn’t liking where this conversation was going.

“I want you to bring me his heart. That will suffice,” Namjoon answered.

“Since this is outside my normal...skill set...why kill him?” Jungkook asked.

“When he turns 21 next week, he inherits everything except the CEO position I currently hold. His father saw to that in his will and his mother never changed it before she died last year. If he’s dead, then I lose nothing. If he’s alive, then I lose everything,” Namjoon replied.

“How do I find him?” Jungkook asked.

“Hoseok will provide you with the information we have. I heard you were the best, so I assume you can take it from there. You’ll also have Hoseok’s contact information to keep us apprised of the situation. Agreed?” Namjoon told him.

“Here’s the account number for my payment. Half now and half upon proof of death,” Jungkook pulled out a card and handed it to Namjoon.

“It will be in the account by tomorrow morning,” Namjoon said.

“Is that all?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes,” Namjoon nodded.

“Thank you,” Jungkook stood up.

“I certainly hope I don’t regret doing business with you,” Namjoon replied.

“You won’t,” Jungkook said. Namjoon showed Jungkook out. Hoseok was waiting for him with a flash drive.

“It’s encrypted and has all the information you’ll need including biographical data,” he said. “It also has my information in case you need any clarification.”

“I think I’ll be okay,” Jungkook said as he took the drive.

“You are the best,” Hoseok smirked.

“I can show myself out,” Jungkook told him.

When Jungkook got home, he plugged the flash drive into his laptop. He clicked on the file labeled “Biographical Data”.

Name: Min Yoongi

Birthday: March 9, 1993

Height: Approximately 5’8”

Weight: Approximately 145 lbs

General Description: Hair as black as night, skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood.

“So I’m looking for a skinny kid who looks like a vampire?” he said to himself. This couldn’t possibly be that difficult. He would stand out anywhere. Yoongi supposed he could’ve dyed his hair, but changing his skin tone and lip color? Lipstick only lasted so long. Why the hell were they paying him two and a half times his already higher than average fee to find a kid that anyone with functioning eyeballs could find? Jungkook scrolled through the other files to see if there was anything that made him a threat like a black belt in Tae Kwon Do or something. He couldn’t find anything. There was literally nothing unique about this kid other than how he looked.

Jungkook was an interrogator. He wasn’t a killer. For enough money, he’d become a killer and cut out a kid’s heart to prove it. The idea turned his stomach. He was a good interrogator. He was a very good interrogator. If someone wasn’t giving up answers, they called Jungkook. Maybe this kid knew something? He was only 20. What could he possibly know? Jungkook was stumped and he hated being stumped. He did know someone who might know something. He knew something about everything.

I got a question.

Jin: I might know the answer. Shoot.

Jungkook: I gotta find this kid, Min Yoongi. Know anything about him?

Jin: You’ve got a lot of competition.

Jungkook: Huh?

Jin: Everyone’s out for this kid’s head. It’s the only thing on the dark web right now.

Jungkook: Independent contractors?

Jin: Mostly. A couple established names like you.

Jungkook: His stepdad hired me & is paying me a stupid amount of money to kill him.

Jin: You gonna do it?

Jungkook: I’m not gonna kill him, but I do need to find him.

Jin: I’ll plant a couple seeds & get back to you.

Jungkook: Thanks bro.

Jin: You know I hate it when you call me bro.

Jungkook: I know. Thx for the help.

Jungkook put his phone down and looked at the computer one more time. He closed out the file and went to get ready for bed even though it was 5am. He mulled over what Jin had told him. He wasn’t the only one out there looking for this kid. Except that he knew the other ones looking for him would kill him and cut out his heart like it was no big thing. Jungkook had started out on the dark web. That’s where everybody started out. If you proved to be both reliable and good at what you did then you could switch to a referral based business. Jungkook only worked on referrals these days either through Jin or previous clients. If the competition knew Jungkook was in the game and being paid almost triple for it, that only made life worse for this kid. He had no idea that there was a price on his head. Jin would find out what the others knew in no time. Just like Jungkook was the best at what he did, Jin was the best at what he did. If he didn’t know something, it didn’t take long for him to at least get an inkling. Jungkook sighed as he got in bed. He needed to come up with a plan and fast.

When Jungkook woke up, there was a text from Jin waiting for him.

He works at a diner on 6th. Shift starts at 5pm.

Jungkook:You’re awesome.

Jin: I know. Sent you a couple pix. Dyed his hair & looks like he wears makeup?

Jungkook: Got it.

Jin: Good luck.

Jungkook: Thanks bro.

Jin: Fuck off

Jungkook: Love you too

It was noon. Jungkook had 5 hours to come with a plan on how to save this kid and fool his crazy ass stepdad at the same time. He yawned and got out of bed. As he showered, Jungkook thought like an interrogator. What was the quickest way to get what he wanted with minimal damage to the subject? This might take more than 5 hours.

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #bts fanfic #bts yoonkook #snow white au

5 notes · View notes

hjh-ceilo-monster · 8 months

Text

Double Trouble : MYG x JJK

Summary : Being with one hot and popular singer was difficult. Then, how about two?

Inspo. : D-Day Concert the final | Bts 10th anniversary firework show [ Yoongi alone in his concert was lethal enough. Adding Jungkook on the stage...oh, god...they literally burned the stage.] Photos & Gifs : reserved for rightful owners

Author POV.

"Shiiiibaaaaallllll"

The crowd screamed as the lead singer growled.

The light threw different shades here and there, from red to purple to blue and orange.

"Party party yah!"

Another deep growling joined. The chorus excitedly popped up from the hydrolic lift floor.

Now both of them held the arena's attention completely. Looking into one's eyes, they started battling their voice.

To level up the fight of dominance, the bass and drum went wild, matching their singers' energy. While the keyboard, as a backbone of this song, calmly matched the beat.

"I swear they were too much sometimes. How are they going to do the interview after this?"

The manager looked at the monitor and sighed. Despite complaining, he knew he could do nothing.

"They were always like this...always."

Y/n spoke. Watching them proudly, the old memory flashed in front of their eyes. The image of them in their school uniform collided with the now version of them. The sight made them chuckled.

Well, that really was how Yoongi and Jungkook are.

10 years ago

"Why are you here?"

The both of them pointed at each other. Their expression showed nothing but irritation.

"Brief intro for you guys. This is Jungkook, our new member. JK, this is Yoongi, our lead singer."

Y/n introduced the two to each other, even though, it looked like they had already known each other.

"So this is our new chorus? Can he?" Yoongi smirked while provoking the newcomer.

"Can't I be the lead singer. I bet I'm better than this old man." Jungkook, who cared nothing about seniority, challenged Yoongi for the position.

And that was how everything started between the two. Their journey of chaotic friendnemy.

"I still remember how they fought no end. They even broke into fist fight."

Y/n smiled at the old memory. They could feel the nostalgic shock yet delight as if it happened yesterday.

That was understandable though.

Because....they were the cause of the fight.

"Dipshit, you can compete with me on anything, but not Y/n."

The side of Yoongi's lip had some blood seeping. His hand painted red so did his face.

"Why? If you like them, say it! I'm not like you, Agust. I like Y/n and I have guts to say what I feel."

Jungkook shout out his confession, even though, the left side of his cheek got a bruise. His blood was boiling as the older stopped him from his plan.

Y/n stood in front of the door, frozen. They didn't want to believe what they had just witnessed.

"It shouldn't be like this." Y/n mumbled to themselves.

For months, Y/n distanced themselves from the band. The rest of the members couldn't hide it and told their singers why Y/n didn't show up at their studio. The two of them kept apologizing to Y/n afterward.

Well, that was in the past. Now everything between them was good. Their feelings, their problems, everything fell into their places perfectly.

"Y/nie how was it?" Jungkook was about to throw his sweating body toward them, however, Yoongi was quicker.

"Not so fast, kid. We gotta get change first."

A giant bunny pouted before following Yoongi to the changing room. Y/n giggled at the two of them.

From enemy to brother, their relationship was like a roller coaster.

*In the changing room*

"Everything's ready." The staff adjusted suit one last time before let Yoongi and Jungkook go.

"Hyung...this is it. Will they say yes?" Jungkook asked his older friend. His hands were shaking.

Yoongi didn't answer anything. The older one seemed to be well-prepared, yet his eyes couldn't hide his worry.

As much as they wanted to hear a yes and quite confident about it, deep down they were a tiny part that prepared for the rejection.

No matter what they wanted, in the end, it wasn't something they could control.

"Let's go." Yoongi spoke and lead the way.

"They are late. Is everything alright? Aren't you guys have a special ending before the concert end?"

Y/n asked the rest of the band.

"We know nothing...really. The staff only told us that those two would like to perform something special for the ending of this tour."

The bass player replied and glanced at other members, having the same expression as Y/n.

They all were confused.

Phew.....Phew....

The string of lights started shooting up into the sky. And the next moment, the firework bloomed, lighting up in the middle of darkness.

"It has been 10 years we were together. Spending year and year after you, in every difficulty we always find hope..."

Jungkook's voice suddenly came through the speakers. The firework still went on, blooming in various patterns.

"As a special day, at the end of this successful tour, we wanted to express our love and gratitude to our first fan..."

Yoongi then continued the script.

"Every practice session, every lyric, every beat, they won't exist if it wasn't you who kept encouraging us...."

"We fought a lot. We cried a lot. We acted like kids around you, yet you were never tired of us two..."

Jungkook chuckled as he ended the sentences.

"Thank you for being here. Thank you for not giving up on us. Thank you. We hope this letter touch your heart. How we wish there is a word that has a greater meaning than the word love to say to you..."

The two of them said in unison.

"Y/n-ah, let's be together always...and for the rest of our lives, shall we?"

One final blow of the firework lit the sky.

'Will you marry us?'

A/n note : That's it. I hope you enjoy the os. Seeing them together on the stage and other performance from Jimin and Namjoon with Yoongi make me want to fastfoward to 2025 so bad. Well, I chose this pair because of the chemistry when I saw the fancam. I thought it would be nice to put them into frienemy mode with and oc who bond them within the relationship (+ a litle romance)

Thanks for reading. See you next session

15 notes · View notes

littleredlarc · 1 year

Text

Ship: Jungkook/other BTS member

BTS Prompt: When Jungkook gets his lip piercing and it drives one of the other band members wild with curiosity on what it would be like to kiss those lips.

1 note · View note

cj-marj · 2 years

Text

My thoughts while reading a dragon x witch story [Out of the Ashes by Anonymous; AO3]:

“I killed someone.” “Someone? It wasn’t sometwo?”

If someone told me they killed someone I didn’t know, why would I feel any animosity towards them? I’m not that empathetic. Oh, you killed someone? I assume the consequences suck but you would like to stay for dinner? Possible cook it too? I’m useless like that but you can talk to me.

YOU CAN NOT BEAT YOURSELF UP FOR ACCIDENTALLY KILLING SOMEONE! IT'S A GODDAMN ACCIDENT!

I’m actually probably not the best person to confess your murder to right now cause all I’ll do is judge how you killed 'em and if you’re mourning, why the fuck are you mourning? I’d be like, “you didn’t even hide the body? Disgraceful.” “I'M GRIEVING HERE!” “Well, dinner’s ready.”

No cap, English is a bullshit language. I understand your pain. Maybe I’ll just start speaking broken till I forget the whole language. My first step to erasing my existence.

Imagine thinking dragons aren’t cool. That’s lame as fuck.

Thinking of humans as animals is actually a nice thought.

GO BACK HOME, YOU WIMP! YOUR MOM DOESN’T HATE YOU! YOU KNOW HOW I KNOW?! BECAUSE YOU DON’T! ARGEJDNSKSJJDKD

Why do humans act so high and mighty? Like bro what? If I tell you the moon is falling you revert right back to a dog.

Imagine falling off a dragon. You play that embarrassment off with a laugh man.

I am suddenly reminded of Toothless taking a nose dive and scaring the hell out of Hiccup.

Damn. I wanna watch how to train your dragon. Oh yeah.

Mans went crazy from exile and now just laughs and cries at everything. (It’s called emotions dipshit. (Emo-what?))

The trauma of falling off a dragon you’re trying to befriend is actually sadder than killing someone (in self-defense) (bro what is your deal? Like this is a joke right? (Not really.))

I JUST READ THE TAGS AND FOUND OUT THERE'S SMUT! BRO WHAT?! BUT I CAN'T DROP OUT NOW! THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! (read it you wimp.)

Let’s vibe out to music first.

YouTube music was giving till it was cut short because the wifi was insufficient. Then I remembered my offline music. TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! Michelle, you are a monster from hell. (What a switch up.)

Anyways.

#ao3fic #ao3 #rant #:)#bts yoonkook #yoonkook #yoonkook fic

2 notes · View notes

hopepoint · 2 years

Text

Coming Down from Sleepless Nights

-namgikook

- E 🔞 | 9.8k

-YG has a thing for namkook’s pecs then gets lost in the sauce…

#namgikook #namgi #namkook #yoonkook #bts namgi #bts namkook #bts yoonkook #bts fic #bts ff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts drabble #bts au fanfic #bts ffs

2 notes · View notes

abcketchup · 9 months

Text

Someone please update to me immediately if one of them go live tonight, I’m afraid weverse did me dirty again like yesterday 😭

#bts #bts jeon jungkook #bts yoongi #bts yoonkook #bts live

0 notes

nosfelixculpa · 4 months

Text

You think I follow you around because I like you? I'm not worried at all about you. What is there to worry about for you? I'm the one who should be worried. But do you know why I come to see you? Jungkook mumbled on about things which were all incomprehensible. It's because I like your music. When I listen to your music, I get all teared up. Me, I get all teary. I feel like dying about a dozen times a day. But when I listen to your music, I want to live. YOONGI 12 MAY YEAR 22 HYYH; THE NOTES

#creations #gifs #kpop #hyyh #hyyh yoonkook #bangtan #bts #yoongi #jungkook #hyyh the notes #im continuing to be abnormal abt them in the books can u tell is it clear can u tell #if i dont include the fire saving scene and the hug scene i will die btw so thats why there is a repeat gif #also like how i said i didnt like the grain and then proceeded to do it again #i cant decide apparently #i could rustle one of these up for all the pairs but they dont make me quite as insane inside as these ones so we will see #this quote is still so #the fact he says this after running into a burning building to save him #'im not worried abt u' me when i lie when im a liar #'u think i follow u around bc i like u' Yes

667 notes · View notes

moccahobi · 1 month

Text

Tangled Mess: Together

Summary: Yoongi finally tells Jungkook what has been putting distance between them.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 590 words

A/N: I am so sorry for the consistent delays in posting! Life has been super hectic but imma try to get back to posting this series regularly! I will queue up a few posts so that even when life gets hectic again, there will be a buffer. Thank you all for your patience~

Tag List: @@daisies-and-dandelionpuffs

Part 7 << Masterlist >> Part 9

Yoongi was fretting. He knew he was but it was all that he could do to stop overthinking all that could possibly go wrong. He’d hurt Jungkook and would continue to hurt Jungkook. Tonight Yoongi would lay out his feelings and insecurities and watch as Jungkook gently turned him down and their friendship was irreparably damaged.

Hoseok seemed to think it’d go well. Hoseok always seemed overly hopeful about his relationship with Jungkook.

Hoseok was wrong though.

Jungkook didn’t like him back. Couldn’t like him back. Jungkook would be too kind to explicitly say that Yoongi’s crush made him uncomfortable and they’d slowly drift apart because Jungkook would stop initiating things. The friend group would fracture as people choose who they liked hanging out with more. All because Yoongi caught stupid feelings. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Hyung! I’m here!” Jungkook was entering slowly, taking off his shoes and jacket. He looked apprehensive and shy, especially as Yoongi looked at him like a deer in the headlights.

They should have met at a cafe or something. Some sort of neutral place. But Yoongi was a coward who needed the comfort of his home to share all this.

“Come sit down! I made you some tea.” Yoongi said, guiding Jungkook to the couch and handing him some tea.

“You look nervous, hyung. Would you like to hold hands?” Jungkook. Oh sweet Jungkook.

Yoongi nodded, but let Jungkook initiate, his hand a limp mass that Jungkook rubbed comforting circles into. The warmth of Jungkook’s hand was something Yoongi would savor for as long as he could.

“So as I said… this distance is all because of me.”

Jungkook nodded.

*Gotta pull the bandaid off*

“It’s because I like you r-romantically and I don’t want it to affect our relationship or change the friend group. It is also because I’m shit at tough and emotional conversations and even when we are just discussing changing boundaries, I get so overwhelmed. It’s why I don’t date tons. Because it’s just so hard and tiring to share changes and I didn’t want to put that emotional labor on you. You don’t deserve it… but also I don’t expect you to return these feelings. Actually I am so sure that you’ll grow distant after hearing this but I had to share. I couldn’t let you think that you were the cause of this distance. It is me and my stupid stupid feelings. Stupid old me who needed some distance to not fall deeper for you. I know it’s so stupid and I am so sorr--”

Jungkook was wrapping his arms around Yoongi, holding him tightly to his (big) chest.

“This has clearly been stressing you out a ton.” Jungkook finally said, loosening his hold on Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t leave from where he was though, enjoying Jungkook’s warmth.

“I get if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Jungkook started laughing, his voice floating around Yoongi, “Hyung. I’ve had a crush on you since you first started complaining about capitalism. I kept on thinking about how smart and cool you are. And when you play piano? Or work out? You get so into it and so focused and I just love it so much. If I don’t want to be friends anymore it’s because I want to be boyfriends.”

“Oh.”

Yoongi slowly wrapped his arms around Jungkook.

“We will need to figure out how to chat about boundaries though.”

“I… I think I could do that.” Yoongi nodded, pressing his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.

“We will do it together.”

“Together.”

#wkcnet #bts fanfic #bts fan fic #bts fanfiction #bts fan fiction #bts yoonkook #bts mxm #bts mxr #bts angst #bts fluff #bts soulmate au #bts supernatural au #bts hoseok #bts hoseok x reader

12 notes · View notes

depressedhouseplant · 27 days

Text

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 81 🔞

Prompt: Part 2 of the YoonKook Snow White AU

Tags: Attempted murder, actual murder

Yoongi sighed as he put on the darker foundation. Guys shouldn’t wear makeup because they had to. Guys should wear makeup because they wanted to. It was the only way to hide his freakishly pale skin. He’d gotten full sleeve tattoos that went onto the tops of his hands on both arms as soon as he was old enough. His left arm was an apple tree that was slowly fading from full bloom to dying. His right arm was a phoenix swirling up from ashes. That left only his face & neck that needed to be covered daily. He’d dyed his hair a deep red, but the upkeep was a huge pain in the ass. The black seemed to insist on growing out immediately. His lip color was the hardest to control. He put a nude lipstick on to tone down the red, but it rubbed off after a few hours. Neither of his parents had looked like freaks. He wondered why he did.

“Yoon! Hurry up!” his roommate Taehyung yelled.

“Coming!” he yelled back. He sprayed on the setting spray and met Taehyung in the hall to leave for work.

“Can’t you just accept that you’re stupid pale instead of taking forever in the bathroom like a beauty queen?” Taehyung huffed.

“You’ll never get it,” Yoongi tried not to glare at him. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know. I can get to work on my own.”

“Maybe that’s my quirk,” Taehyung nudged him in the shoulder. Yoongi nudged him back and almost knocked him over.

“You were bitching at me 2 minutes ago. I assume that’s because you wanted to leave?” Yoongi said.

“Being late is a lot less forgivable now that you aren’t fucking the manager,” Taehyung pointed out. Taehyung was referring to Jimin. He and Yoongi had broken up last month. Jimin had claimed he wanted to see other people. Yoongi knew he just couldn’t take how he looked without the makeup. He looked like he belonged in a vampire novel rather than real life. He refused to tattoo his whole body so when his face was clean and his shirt was off, he practically glowed. He wore long pants all year to cover his legs. He could barely look at himself naked. He couldn’t blame Jimin for not being able to handle it.

“Let’s go,” Yoongi sighed.

When they got to work, the place was almost empty except for a guy sitting at the counter. He looked a few years older than Yoongi. He had shaggy dark hair & was wearing old jeans, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots. Even if the place had been full, he still would’ve stood out. Yoongi clocked in, tied on his apron, and went over to where the guy was sitting.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked. The guy looked up at him almost like he was staring through him.

“Just a refill on the coffee, thanks,” he said. Yoongi dutifully refilled his coffee and walked away.

“He’s been here for at least an hour. All he’s had is coffee,” Jimin said. “It’s like he’s waiting for someone.”

“It’s not like we’re busy,” Taehyung said. The three of them tried not to stare as the guy took a sip of his coffee then checked his phone. He put it away without responding to anything. Jimin went back into the back and Taehyung started rolling silverware to kill time before the dinner crowd came in. Yoongi walked back over to the mystery man.

“Sure I can’t get you anything other than coffee?” he asked. The guy opened his mouth to say something and then the door dinged. Another guy came in who didn’t look too different than the one Yoongi was looking at. It felt like time slowed down as Yoongi watched him pull a gun and aim it at him.

“Get down!” the guy jumped over the counter and pushed Yoongi onto the floor. He landed on top of him and held him down.

“Don’t move,” he pulled a gun out of the back of his jeans and shot in the direction of the initial shooter. Yoongi heard a wet cry and the sound of a body hitting the ground. The guy knelt next to him.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Other than you landing on me, I’m fine,” Yoongi said. “What’s going on?”

“He was trying to kill you,” the man replied.

“What? Why?” Yoongi asked.

“Because your stepfather put a price on your head,” he told him.

“How do you know that?” Yoongi asked.

“Because I was sent to kill you, too,” he replied. Yoongi recoiled and started to crawl away. The guy grabbed his arm and stopped him. “In case you didn’t notice, I just saved your life.”

“How do I know you didn’t do that just to kill me and take the reward for yourself?” Yoongi asked.

“How long did I have to kill you and your friends with no witnesses?” He asked.

“Oh,” Yoongi said when he thought about it.

“You’re welcome by the way,” the guy stood up. “Everybody okay?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi heard the chorus of voices. The guy went over to the door, locked it, and changed the sign over to ‘Closed’.

“Help me move this dead jackass,” he looked over at Taehyung. He tentatively got up and grabbed one of the dead would be assassin’s arms. “You got anything that can break a sternum around here?”

“Maybe, why?” Jimin asked.

“Because I need to cut out his heart,” the guy replied.

“Okay, time out. What the fuck is going on here?” Taehyung asked.

“Yoongi’s stepfather hired me to kill him. As proof of death, I’m supposed to send him your heart,” the guy looked at Yoongi. Yoongi tried to stifle a dry heave.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m an interrogator. I get answers from people. I don’t murder innocent people to satisfy some megalomaniac’s ego,” he replied.

“Before we cut open some guy’s chest, can I at least know your name?” Yoongi asked.

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook,” he said. “Now let’s get this done before he starts to stiffen up.”

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #bts fanfic #bts yoonkook #snow white au

3 notes · View notes

whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 months

Text

not allowed xvii, m | jjk

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The date of Jeon Jungkook's mandatory military service is drawing close. There's a heart-to-heart... following by fucking all three holes. What? That harsh training is easier to endure when Jungkook has nice memories of his girlfriend's sweet, sweet ass.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; JK and reader only; relationship talk; all the feels and heart eyes; smut (fem reader, all the kisses, nipple play, fingering [pussy + ass], f and m-receiving oral + face fucking, slight edging, anal doggy, vaginal penetrative sex, mentions of m-masturbation, multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; based on real time (before 2023.12.11) this is late but I can't not send off the bunbun :D

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday; 2022 Christmas, before YG's service

“Yoongi warned me.”

“Hm?”

He didn’t have much time left. But he made time for you. He had made your favorite food (crispy samgyeopsal, hehe), bought you a gift even though you didn’t want to accept them (ended up being Google Play gift cards, which you gladly accepted; however, they came with a stipulation – “you better buy all of my and SUGA-hyung’s in-game outfits with this”), and made you take off your shirt (???????) to yank one of his white Calvin Klein t-shirts over your head. You always refused physical items from him. After all, you didn’t date him for the money, plus you didn’t want anyone to notice that you had any lavish gifts. They would think you had a suga daddy or something.

Hehe.

“Noona, it’s a t-shirt. Most people can afford a Calvin Klein t-shirt. Why do you think I accepted the campaign?”

“So you could be shirtless for a reason?”

“Hey!”

“Hmm, all for ARMY, huh?”

“That includes you too, you know.”

You had grinned at Jeon Jungkook then and, just this once, you accepted his gifts. He had smiled back with those round cheeks, bright white teeth, sparkling eyes, and a newly bald head. It was a strange look to see him in, but he made it amusing, joking about it all night, not addressing the why even though you both knew the part of life that was yet to come. He puffed his chest, shirtless, and jokingly pumped up his muscles.

“You remind me of The Rock right now,” you quipped.

His head tilted in confusion. “Eh?”

You pulled up a photo of Dawyne Johnson. “I expect your biceps to be this big after eighteen months.”

“Woah! That’s impossible!”

“Just imagine ARMY’s faces when you show up at the first concert as buff as The Rock. Still bald,” you laughed good-naturedly, setting your phone down. “We gotta pick someone to People’s Elbow.”

“Seokjin-hyung would never agree.”

“You said it, not me.”

Jungkook was laughing with you. It slowly died out, your smile remaining, and he was smiling back. You had noticed this feeling all night. Something weighing on him even though he was trying to be as normal as possible. It suddenly occurred to you that you were in a unique position now. You always had to hide your true emotions about Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, staying silent until you were behind closed doors and only in their presence. After all, who would understand the love between you and two men, let alone two of the most talented and most famous world-class superstars of BTS? You could confide in no one. But now, everyone knew the timeline of their service to their country. It would not be strange for you to say out loud, in public, that you missed them being around.

It was…

Comforting.

Just knowing that you could say it out loud and people would likely say, me too, even if no one really knew what you truly meant.

Those big brown eyes searched your face. You smiled softly at him and didn’t back away, letting him find what he needed. You knew Jungkook wanted to say something, but you didn’t press for it. He would tell you on his own time. He was always like that.

“Yoongi warned me.”

You paused. “Hm?”

He came closer and held your shoulders. You looked up, seeing the infinite sky and the endless universe in those eyes. The strangest adjustment for you was not the hair but the lack of piercings. They had remained constant (or as constant as Jungkook had allowed, heh) even when his hair changed. He had removed all of them now, leaving only earrings in his lower earlobe that he would have to eventually have to remove too. Still, it was the same person looking back at you. No matter how many years passed, no matter how much his appearance changed, the pureness of his emotions always shone through those big peepers.

The original Magic Shop was that big heart of his, after all.

He made wishes come true all the time.

“I’m not… good at speaking or anything…” Jungkook mumbled, chewing the left side of his lower lip, exposing that familiar and well-loved underlip mole. He always started off with that. You didn’t interrupt even though you wanted to tell him he was always super obvious to read. Especially to you. “I… I wished I spent more time with you.”

You stilled, not expecting that. “Well, you know I understand–”

Jungkook smiled and shook you a little, telling you to shut up. You only did because of the faint sadness in his expression. “That’s what Yoongi-hyung warned me about. That you would understand. That you would always understand, no matter what. But, still… I know, I spent a lot of this year working on my album and flying to places and trying new things and recording content I knew ARMY would like. I really wanted to prepare stuff everyone could enjoy while we were gone.”

You chuckled. “Am I not included in that? You just said so earlier.”

He stubbornly shook his head. “You are different, noona. There are not enough hours for all the time I want to spend with you.”

You waited for him to look back to you again. He looked apologetic. He had run out of time. There was no one more time. But he never needed to give you more. You had always been grateful for every second, every minute, every hour that he gave you.

“Any time with you is enough for me, Jungkook.”

He held you tight.

“But it’s not enough for me.”

He was holding onto your shoulders very firmly. You could tell he did not want to cry. You gave him a moment to breathe. He blinked hard and swallowed, letting out a heavy exhale, expansive eyes full of glistening stars.

“I know you’ll be fine, noona.”

He tiled his head down, leaning his forehead against yours, and there were no shadows of his hair, just soft warm light all around.

“I have saved thousands of photos,” you murmured, and he cracked a smile. “And I’ll definitely still see your face all over Korea. I won’t be able to escape you, I promise.”

He stared into your eyes.

“You’re the strongest person I know.”

You closed your eyes and breathed in, imprinting Jungkook’s clean scent into your memory.

“Even stronger than Yoongi,” he whispered, and you imprinted his voice into your memory too, even though you already had many of his words archived already.

“Don’t let him know you said that,” you whispered back. “He’ll get sulky.”

His breath trembled against your lips.

“But I won’t be fine knowing I should have done more.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, hooking your hands behind his shoulders.

“There is no should here. And you are stronger than you know. You’ll be golden, my love.”

You used to only use that for Yoongi. You both mostly hated pet names. Somehow, my love snuck its way in there. It was never used lightly. There was weight to it. And now you used it for Jungkook, in the same tone, with the same softness. My love. Every time you felt him shiver and hold you tighter. Tilted his head to close the distance. You kissed him back, letting it linger, letting it take shape as a core memory. You let him be the one to break it. You let him take one of your hands and hold it up to his, palm to palm, fingertips touching.

He looked down at your joined touch for a moment.

At the same time, your fingers and his fingers curled forward and interlocked.

“Hyung and I are lucky to have you.”

“Dunno, sometimes my jokes aren’t smooth like butter.”

Jungkook squeezed your hand tighter, chuckling lightly. “You know what I mean, noona.”

“Do I?”

Then he surprised you.

“I’ve never heard you complain about your situation even though you had every reason and every chance to.”

He had noticed.

He really is growing up, huh?

“There’s nothing I need to complain about. I’m pretty lucky, I think,” you hummed.

“With adamant-almost-insufferable personality SUGA-hyung and very-difficult-to-handle Jungkookie?”

They were light-hearted words but the way he said it was not so. His tone indicated this was something spoken about between them. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you preferred it. Not only did they have complimentary personalities but they had someone who understood their unique situation well. But you also understood the apprehension. They had expressed it before.

“You two are my favorite challenges,” you chuckled, rubbing your nose against Jungkook’s. “Life is too boring without you.”

It had probably been a bad decision back then. After all, the agency was against Min Yoongi and you dating from the start, telling him repeatedly that romantic relationships were not allowed. But with youth and stubborn personalities came resilience. And becoming really good at lying to authority. Whoops. The agency both had to low-key accept what was going on and slowly relaxed over time. But life had other ideas to make your love life even more unconventional. And hectic.

(And loud. Jeon Jungkook was very loud.)

Of course, life was hard, but every life was. In fact, maybe challenge was the wrong word as it had possible negative connotations. The odd hours, the lost sleep, the sneaking around, the no-gifts rule, the creative dates behind closed doors – these things were a small price to pay in the light of the unbreakable connections you had between Yoongi and Jungkook.

Not one red line of fate, but two.

One silver.

One golden.

Jungkook held your face in his hands.

“ARMY is the reason I live, but you are the reason I know my heart is always safe.”

You tried not to wince and shifted your eyes from side to side. Eerily similar to a certain someone. Hard to tell if it was a habit that you picked up from Yoongi or one he had picked up from you. You could tell Jungkook was being sincere, but it was still a dramatic cheesy compliment that you weren’t used to accepting. He laughed and deliberately peppered theatrical smooches all over your face that you tried to squirm away from, successfully breaking away and starting a chase throughout his home where he would catch you and pick you up to yell that he loved you straight into your ear, followed by a kissing frenzy. You would temporarily lose hearing and wiggle away to start the cycle all over again, knowing full well that you couldn’t run faster than him. Maybe something to think about for the new year.

In those moments, everything was perfect.

In those moments, the world was only you and him.

In those moments, no one could break the wholeness between you and him.

No one but time.

You both tumbled into his bed, laughing, childish, holding onto each other. Somehow, your hand landed on his waist and his ended up in your hair, playing with it, and Jungkook asked you how you did it.

“Do what?” you teased with a smirk.

“I sometimes think about if I could love someone else, but I really can’t,” Jungkook frowned, running his fingertips over your temple. “I just get obsessed and can’t stop.”

“Oh, I know.”

Everyone knew that, keke.

“I got jealous of hyung, really,” he admitted. “Not only because he had you, but because it seemed to work so well. And then it turns out that you guys really are perfect.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re not perfect–”

“It made me love you even more,” Jungkook continued, talking over you. “You pair with him so well. You pair with me well. You’ve always listened to me. Really paid attention. You know what I want before I say anything. You sometimes even know how I feel before I know. You know everything.”

“I definitely don’t know everything,” you scoffed. “Stop making stuff up.”

“And you never get mad at me.”

You shrugged. “The trick is to always be mad.”

“Hey!”

You grinned. Softened a bit when you saw his narrowed eyes and pout.

“Life’s too short to be mad at you.”

Jungkook’s expression changed at your words.

“When you’re young, you think you have all the time in the world, but that’s not true,” you sighed, remembering how it was. “Time is finite. Why waste it letting things pile up and be resentful? It is better to know yourself, to articulate how you feel, and to approach problems with confidence that you can solve them. There are things people can do and things people can’t. Even if… Even if things don’t work out tomorrow, I will have lived knowing I did what made me happy and knowing I did everything I could to make you happy.”

You squeezed his waist and exhaled softly.

“Maybe I can’t do that forever. But is that a reason to stop? I don’t think so. So what if people think it’s wrong? So what if people don’t believe in my heart? So what if they think it can’t be done? Wrongness is not as easy to define as people would like it to be. I only need you and Yoongi to believe in my heart for it to be true, and my toxic trait has always been that I think I can do anything, hah…”

A year and a half was a short time. And a long time, perhaps, but dedication and loyalty were always the foundation you built these precious feelings on. Maybe it wasn’t very romantic to rely on your stubbornness to stay in love, but it did help keep promises.

“You ask me, how do I do it?”

You had hesitated in the beginning not for your sake, but theirs. It was hard to live complicated. It was harder to love in a complicated way. It was impossible made possible through sheer determination, and maybe everything would become more impossible in the future, but it would be disingenuous to right now if you let those worries consume you, and it was important to you for your love to know that every moment with them was never taken for granted. As long as you made that promise, you would spare no expense.

The only way to do that was to, of course, live like that.

“I love you because I want to, with everything I have. And I will never make a promise I don’t intend to keep.”

Jungkook stared at you with awe.

“You’re so cool, noona.”

You half-smiled. Not denying it. “Can you tell Yoongi that so he stops disagreeing with me?”

He grinned mischievously. “He actually thinks you’re really cool too, but he didn’t want me to tell you that.”

“That punk–”

Words fell away. You wouldn’t say the conversation was surprising, but you hadn’t expected that level of depth. You appreciated it. Maybe it had been Yoongi’s idea, but it had been up to Jungkook to vocalize it. You understood that it meant a lot to him who thought he wasn’t elegant in his communication. He didn’t have to worry though. You could feel his sincerity in other ways. In the way he looked at you, turning to lift himself over your body, fitting his hand over your wrist above your head. You shifted to be on your back, looking back with a playful smile. In the way he leaned in and kissed you. In the way his free hand grazed the hem of the t-shirt and slid over your skin.

He showed rather than told.

So show me.

You felt him whimper into the kiss as your tongue slid against his. Felt the shiver of desire as his thumb grazed over your nipple and his fingers close in around your breast. You smiled against his lips. Nothing had changed since the first time. Jungkook still touched you with the same earnestness, the same unflinching lust, pushing away your clothes with the same frustration, as if they personally offended him by existing. But he was different too, savoring the moment, letting his hot exhale wash over you, kissing down your neck in the way you liked, sliding his arms under you so he could dig his short nails into your back and make your spine arc and your chest press against his, his teeth biting into the curve of your shoulder and sucking hard.

You gasped, gripping his shoulder tightly.

His forearms tensed against your back, kissing back up to your ear and biting down just under it, leaving his marks on your skin, your pulse thundering under his devouring lips.

Good thing winter called for turtlenecks and scarves.

You looked down at him when Jungkook scooted back and licked up the center of your torso, slow and dripping saliva, feeling the heat and wetness and possessiveness in the action, opening his eyes slowly as he lifted his head from your cleavage, those brown irises dark and heavy with desire.

“The baldness makes it feel like I’m sexing up a stranger,” you admitted with a snicker.

He glared. “Shuddup. I’m tryin’ to be sexy here.” His Busan satoori came out more when he was done with your bullshit.

“Keep trying. It’s fun,” you cheerfully remarked.

What?

It was fun to annoy him. It worked too, for his anxious need to make this a perfect moment dropped and was superseded by raw emotion and carnal need. He dropped his head and worked his mouth all over your breasts. Lips, tongue, teeth. Your breath caught in your throat, back arching, sparks over your skin, and his arms pulled out from under you. He gripped your thighs, curling his tongue around your hard nipples and making you moan from his mouth. Flaring his tongue over one, pushing it around, sucking, then moving to the other, sinking his fingers into your thighs, groaning as your hands encircled his head and pushed him closer, more, your head pressed to the soft pillows he always brought out when you stayed over.

Jungkook’s usual sleeping pillow was not optimal for fucking.

Facts were facts.

(You still didn’t understand how he was comfortable on that cylinder but he was one of the seven wonders of the world. The other six being the rest of BTS, of course.)

It was never about what, but how.

It was never about who he was, but about who he was with you.

He kissed up your collarbones, leaving your skin tingling with the strange sensation of missing lip rings. His fingers dipping inwards, your thumbs prickled by his short hair, and your eyes connected as his fingertips slipped under your panties, stroking your wet slit, shuddering as he felt your heat while basking in the heat of your gaze, stilling your inhale.

The moment settled into memory.

Burned.

He pushed two fingers inside you and your moans were cut off by his lips, roughly kissing you as your hips rose and your pussy locked around him, closing your eyes to turn low-lit reality into a continuous dream. One of your hands sliding down and into his pants, cupping your palm around his erection still constricted by his boxer briefs. Creating a rhythm, his fingers pushing in, your erratic breath making his, rubbing his hardness with each wave of pleasure, feeling the fervor build between bodies, layer by layer, the physicality becoming more intense with the depth of emotion, deeper, his cock throbbing under your touch, catching his tongue, feeling his saliva mix with yours and trickle down your throat.

Pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being.

“J… Jungkook…”

He ducked his head, your hand falling out of his pants, but your protest was cut off by the overwhelming ecstasy of his lips around your nipple once again, flicking it with his tongue, fucking you with more force, and your hips matched his pace, your head tipping back, throat exposed to the air, unafraid, moaning to the ceiling, close, closer, there.

Gasping sharply, and your walls clenched around his fingers, spasming, the heavy and sweet scent of sex bursting into the air, coating his fingers, sticking to your thighs, racing electricity up your stomach and into your lungs, the orgasm leaving you shockingly breathless.

Then your eyes rolled up into your head when Jungkook pushed himself down the bed, peeling your soaked panties down your legs, and he shoved his face between your legs, moaning hotly when his tongue met slick skin, your hands immediately gripping the sheets, your hips bucking into his face, ravenous for the sensation of circling tongue and soft lips, your eyelids fluttering as your swollen clit pulsed against wet muscle.

“F-Fuck…”

It wasn’t elegant but it felt fucking good. Your legs hooked around his shoulders and Jungkook lifted your lower body, his strong hands squeezing your ass, thumbs pressing in and spreading out your holes to give his greedy mouth more access while your thighs suffocated him, your palm pushing down on the crown of his head, shuddering as his tongue circled your trembling pussy.

He sucked up your cum.

Eyes opening and directly looking up at you.

You dug your fingertips into his head and fucked his face.

His eyes rolled back and he thrust his tongue into you, moaning again into your wet heat as you flexed around it, and then he shoved his thumb into your tight ass. Thankfully you had come prepared (and knowing him too well), so it didn’t surprise you, although you were a bit amused at his audacity. It was easy to forget about though, especially when his lips sealed around your clit, licking fervently. His thumb began to push in and out, in, out, his muffled groans vibrating through your core, fingering your ass while sucking your engorged clit. You would think he wouldn’t dare without checking with you first. Then again, he told you all the time to let him in your ass.

He was lucky you had foresight.

He was also right, though, because clearly you were letting him do whatever he wanted and enjoying it.

Hah.

You came again, hard, all the blood rushing to your head and gasping for air.

“Oh? It’s clean.”

“Yeah, something told me you’d try and go for the ass tonight,” you chuckled between pants, only to lose all breath once more as Jungkook planted his knee above your shoulder, mysteriously missing pants and underwear somehow (the spedy efficiency he was capable of when horny was remarkable), pushing down the dark red head of his stiff cock onto your open mouth, shifting his leg as you expertly adjusted your hair out of the way.

You raised an eyebrow at him but all Jungkook did was throw his head back and moan as your tongue wrapped around his girth, molding your mouth around him. His hips flicked forward, and you had the angle, swallowing him deep in your throat, deep enough for your lips to press against the base, his balls smacking into your chin. The tip of your tongue slid out and licked them. He groaned, low and erotic, slowly fucking your face, his pitch hiking as your tongue ran up to the thin skin under the head and down to his balls, smoothly not missing a beat as he dictated the pace. He didn’t touch your head, giving you the chance to move away if it was too much, but he didn’t have to worry. He was getting harder and thicker with this steady pace, his length twitching wildly between your lips, giving you all the control in the world, tilting your head to keep it at the perfect angle, curling your tongue to the underside of his cock to press it to the roof of your mouth and down your throat, anchoring yourself with your hands clutching his hard thighs, his girth stretching you out.

A desperate whine above you and he slowed, almost to full stop.

“N-No… w-wait…”

You calmly continued to move your head back and forth, leisurely, your lips pressed against the base of the head, licking around and around, flaring the slit with the tip of your tongue, his strong flavor invading your taste buds.

His hips nearly buckled and Jungkook cried out, tapping your upper arm hurriedly.

“I… I w-want to fuck your ass…”

Oh.

So that was why he wanted to be as hard as possible.

“You act like I’m gonna let you do anything you want,” you fake complained, choosing to roll onto your elbows after he backed up. Hey, you were going to picking the position here, even if you were succumbing to all his wants. Once again you guessed right. You looked back to see sweat glistening on Jungkook’s collarbones and his wide eyes honed in onto your perky round ass bouncing in the air, on your knees with your chest against the mattress. He carelessly dumped the hand towel back onto the nightstand and ripped open the condom, oblivious to you witnessing his hard dick bobbing up and down in the air as he climbed back onto the bed.

This guy was spacing out staring at your butt.

“Hey, I’m still here,” you joked.

“Uh huh,” was his distracted reply.

You turned back to face forward as his expression disappeared behind you, half-amused but not offended by his one-track mind. You figured he was busy carefully rolling down the condom until you felt his thumb once again press into your tight ring of muscle and heard him moan as he sank inside.

Um.

“Fuck, it’s so tight and so soft inside you…”

While you appreciated his complimenting observations, some warning would have been nice, but, then again, who cared about that, certainly not you as you gripped his sheets and survived on shallow breath and the repeated shallow fullness, in, out, in, out, this time using more force and stretching you out, acutely aware of Jungkook watching your body’s reaction in fascination, his rough pants deepening, hauling himself up.

Forget it.

You didn’t want any warning.

He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his cock, bottoming out right away.

You clenched your jaw and felt your core tighten involuntarily, his wanton moan striking the air, somehow remembering not to move for a second despite you knowing that he desperately wanted to, his entire body trembling as he gripped your hips. There was a dull ache, of course. His fully hard cock was a lot bigger than a finger, but you knew what was about to happen, experience helping you relax, and then you snapped your ass into his crotch.

Which meant, fuck me.

Pussy dripping, ass full, face down into the sheets that smelled just like him, you pushing back as he thrust into you, any pain fading into a heady euphoric state that was inescapable, overwhelming, unforgettable, his grasp imprinted onto your skin, loud smacks melting into the air filled with your joined, unashamed moans, both giving pleasure as much as receiving it. Sensations piling on sensations, everything you wanted and more. Everything he wanted and more, fuck, I love your ass, probably because you didn’t have as much control over him as you did with your pussy, damn, maybe he was smarter than you thought, gasping as you dropped your torso lower to give his cock a more comfortable angle.

“N-Not fair, y-you can’t go low like that…”

You would have replied, oh yes I can, but you were face-first into his bed getting fucked in the ass, being pounded so hard that even your thighs were shaking, so you only focused on what little breathing you could do, although you did evilly snicker in between thin inhales.

You heard a disapproving huff behind you.

Oop, he heard you.

His grip on your hips tightened and you barely had time to gasp before he slammed into you, deliberate and rough and focusing on giving it to you as hard as he could without cumming too fast. You could tell because his noises were turning into stifled grunts, probably biting down on his lower lip, but then again there wasn’t much you could do to go against what you enjoyed most. Pure, intense fucking, digging the base of your palms into his mattress and throwing your head back, driven by his pace and the rapturous passion, your leaking pussy throbbing with need, filled up in other ways, pulse roaring in your ears and pushed to the brink of tension, deep inside, his name tumbling from your mouth, drawn-out and shaken, your core clenching, adrenaline striking to a feverish high.

Jungkook choked on your name, losing control faster than he could speak.

He came hard and with a tangible jerk that you could feel, even within you, and the thought and sensation sent you over the edge, burying your face into the pillows and letting out a wanton string of curses, powerful pulsations shuddering up your spine, so intense it was nearly an out-of-body experience, heart beating so hard and so fast that you felt like it was going to leap out of your throat.

Well, shit.

Maybe your age was catching up to you.

No time to worry about that though, because the most awkward sound came out of you after Jungkook pulled out with a shuddering gasp.

“Uh…”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

You shot him a look.

Jungkook was sweaty, panting, and pointedly stared back at you, brows furrowed and eyes big, very serious and twice as defiant. “What?! I don’t give a fuck. It means I fucked you so well your body can’t help it but make embarrassing noises.”

…

You were speechless.

Well, he was kind of right and also kind of wrong (gravity and displacement and other various scientific explanations), and strangely sweet for not making you feel bad about it, but also… what the fuck? How are you supposed to respond to that? You gawked at him, scooting to the edge of the bed, intending to leave as he peeled off the used condom and threw it in the trash, but then he blocked you and pushed you back down, unmoving hand on your stomach.

“Um…”

Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t say you could go,” Jungkook huffed, narrowing his eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t asking for permission–”

His hard dick smacked your thigh, smearing the remnants of lube and cum onto your skin.

“Hey!”

Then you realized he was holding up another condom in his free hand. Menacingly. Er, would be if he wasn’t so cute. You raised your eyebrows at his stern face, not intimidated in the slightest, but apparently Jungkook didn’t care.

“I want to feel all three of your holes before I go serve my country.”

You blinked slowly.

Was this guy for real?

“Ah, hmmm, I mean I would have let you even without that milestone – woah!”

Despite your (pretend) protests, you weren’t opposed to the back-to-back-to-back nature of each hole being used. Impressed, even, that he planned(?) this, willingly letting yourself be yanked to the edge of the bed with your legs open and propping yourself onto your elbows to watch him roll down the condom on his once-again hard cock. Driven by his insatiable horniness (relatable). You then looked back up to his face, trying not smirk at how sweaty he was.

Failing, obviously.

Jungkook lined up and then glanced at you, realizing your attention on him.

His gaze darkened, turning sly.

“Don’t look so smug, noona.”

“Who, me–?”

Then you choked on your words as he thrust into you with one swift stroke. Unlike your ass, Jungkook knew he didn’t have to wait with your pussy – you had already cum twice and truly loved the tightness that you gripped him with – so he lifted one of your legs and pressed it to his chest, snapping his hips into you over and over, looking down at you. Your body reacted accordingly, back arching, arms outstretched and clawing at the sheets, shallow breath, heatedly staring back at him.

There was a very brief power struggle in which both of you tried to silently assert dominance.

Brief because suddenly neither of you gave a shit. Too lost in the lust. Your other leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and Jungkook fell forward, catching himself with his right hand and still clutching your leg, fucking you harder. Locking eyes. The love in them so real that they glistened, and you held onto his arm tightly, your touch alone reminding him you were always with him, bodies moving in unison, breathless and sharing oxygen, the corner of your lips rising.

Jungkook smiled back.

It would have been chaste if he wasn’t ramming you into the edge of his bed.

His inhale caught and so did yours, realizing you must have shifted your hips slightly, making the angle suddenly perfect, right there, that depth he loved and that spot that scattered all your thoughts, trapping you and him in entangled limbs, chasing the tightness, the heat, the physical overtaking everything. So hard, so solid, his taste still lingering on your tongue, his lips gasping your name, your walls squeezing his length and drawing him in, closer, fuck, I love you, his sweat sticking to your thigh and calf, I love you too, o-oh, you feel so fucking good, and you lifted your body as much as you could to meet his and Jungkook pressed down, his heavy body burning with passion, wanting to feel more too.

You shuddered and your head tipped back.

He groaned, gravelly and hoarse, smacking his hips into your throbbing pussy, and you felt his orgasm after your own, maybe even stronger than before, his cock twitching in your constricting, flinching inner walls, strongly massaging him through his high, digging your nails into his tattooed forearm and hoping no one would notice the marks. Wave after uncontrollable wave, closing your eyes to savor it, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sex and sweat.

The afterglow lingered.

Jungkook rested his forehead on your breasts, gasping for air.

You ran your fingers over his fuzzy head, breathing heavy and slowing back down to normal. Hm. Somewhat therapeutic, to be honest. You still preferred his longer hair but he pulled off the egg cut better than most. Probably because he had the cutest face ever.

“Your pussy is too good,” he mumbled.

“You lasted pretty long.”

“Not long enough,” he complained to your tits. “Let’s go again.”

“I really need to clean up. We can go again after.”

“Okay, then I’ll just follow you and jack off while you’re cleaning up.”

“That isn’t awkward at all.”

“Why would it be awkward? You look the best naked. My eyeballs and dick have to soak in every second of it.”

“… You do realize you have vacation days, right?”

But, of course, you let him do whatever he wanted, because he was Jeon Jungkook and you could never deny him. Ah, such is life. Hard, but apparently not as hard as his dick was for you.

“That’s really impressive.”

“What? You make me horny! I’m gonna go until I or he literally passes out from exhaustion.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, noona.”

Welp.

masterpost

#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #yoonkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #yoonkook x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

416 notes · View notes